solidifier: (morax4)
zhongli. ([personal profile] solidifier) wrote in [community profile] primos2022-03-26 08:48 pm

of earth & stars

( from here )

Speculate or find oneself reaching for something always out of grasp? The notions are distinctly different, but so easily confused.

[ He could comment on it – on how the last time their paths cross so, wine was dumped against him or the music Venti provided calmed a rage worthy of a dragon. Zhongli is almost nervous to see if his words were truthful, for history does have a habit of repeating itself unless someone intervenes.

The fact cannot be denied: Venti is still on his way, whether his state is favorable or not. Bickering like children would do no good, so Zhongli simply takes his jabs. Gently, with a spear sharp, apparently! Venti deserved some ribbing. ]


That isn't the word I'd use to describe your presence, but that is good to know. The world would miss your songs and the wind's blow.
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[personal profile] gusting 2022-04-07 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
am i to assume that your answer is that a chase with no end in sight is more cruel than it is romantic?

[ to be frank, to speak ( or text, in this case, of course ) without flourish would be... to rob himself of his own amusement. that, and, it is difficult to change a habit once so well ingrained. it may be a fruitless effort, should he try to contain himself.

besides, dancing around with his words makes him more elusive, and all the more difficult to pin down! he has never been a fan of it, being restricted in any sense. ]


but you know, it could be said that even the cruelty of the situation and the assumed suffering of the one hopelessly giving chase... is also romantic in its own right! numerous poems and stories have given voice to both the sorrow and sweetness of suffering, after all.
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[personal profile] gusting 2022-04-11 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
of course! do you think me some heartless, unfeeling being? i feel pity for the tragic hero whose fate is already written, admiration for their fierce determination, awe for their steeled resolve, and jealously for their touch of greatness that will see their story carried by the wind and into the hearts of countless others inspiring them to chase their dreams... or the object of their affection! 😉

[ it could be argued that he has been granted more than his share of greatness (... and that he has always shed said greatness like an ill-fitting cape, never entirely grateful for what should be a blessing ) but it has never felt entirely earned. more that it had fallen upon him due to a series of events that had culminated in his ascension. ]

tell me your poetic preferences then, so i might accommodate them as a proper bard should!